He walked all alone blowing smoke from his cigar
Everything once so near and dear was now so far
He had lost all his glory, he no longer found respect
Shattered and lonely he walked step by step to his death
Taking the smoke in his lungs was no longer rough
He had reached the end, he had borne more than enough
Everything once so near and dear was now so far
He had lost all his glory, he no longer found respect
Shattered and lonely he walked step by step to his death
Taking the smoke in his lungs was no longer rough
He had reached the end, he had borne more than enough
1 comment:
At times, it does seem like everything is going up in smoke, but there is always a new beginning. Very thought-provoking piece. Nice write.
:)
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